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i-starcreamed · 9 months

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Hey can I get three different scenarios if, Optimus, Mirage and bumblebee from Rotb, had met a tameranean who is like Starfire in a way, and is a princess. How would they react when they meet her and learn how strong and powerful she is, and what would their romantic relationship be like. Also the reader acts like starfire too, but I would find it funny if she kissed the Autobots to learn their language when she too comes to earth cause they were the nearest thing near her. Sorry if this is a lot I just love the idea since she too lives in space, that they may know a little bit about each other. Also I would find it adorable if they had sparklings with her since I head canon tameraneans can practically mate with anything. (I’m gonna scream if you except this, cause I don’t think you will but thank you for at least reading this! 🫶🏾)

i actually thought this idea was super cute, anon. I decided to do long-ish headcanons because I wasn't sure how to fit everything into one scenario for each.

[ tameranean!reader post includes: ROTB Optimus, Mirage, and Bumblebee

OPTIMUS

once he assesses that you're not a threat, I imagine he'd be super curious about your powers and abilities. Once he finds out you're too from space, I feel like he'll be able to confide in you a bit more than he would with humans?? Like, you're an alien like him, possibly stranded on Earth as well

he respects you so much, because wow you're a princess? He admires your bravery, especially if you're willing to help them. Despite being reluctant at first

Just imagined Optimus Prime bowing down to you a little, started going crazy

anyways

The Autobots were the first you came across upon landing on Earth, you didn't speak their language nor did you speak English. You proved you weren't a threat, but they didn't understand you or know your motives yet. You realized you landed on yet another civilization that doesn't speak nor understand Tamaraneans. And so, you did the only thing you could do. Optimus was the closest, so you gave him a simple peck on the mouth. The other autobots around were trying not to giggle at the look on Prime's face. He was shocked, confused, and maybe a bit flustered. You swore he didn't answer for a couple minutes when you greeted everyone.

He's suchhh a big fan of your Tamaranean features, you're so unique and yet so human as well. Again, he admires your bravery and strength and your attitude. Genuinely enjoys your company. If you're somewhere secluded, he'll go on a drive with you maybe flying next to him as you talk :3

I think Prime would be one to want sparklings with his significant other, he could only hope they will live in a world outside of war. He would never want them to experience what he and many others did. Also deep down, the Orion Pax in him that would've never thought about fighting in a war would've wanted to happily settle down somewhere. Knowing that you're a bit stronger/resilient than normal humans (or most types of aliens he knows of) he feels a lot more secure with having sparklings with you. How many? No one will ever know.

MIRAGE

okay so imagine you meet in the middle of a fight accidentally. You've been trying to blend in like a normal citizen of Earth ever since you got here, you were shocked to see that humans were in fact not the only species that lived here. Unfortunately for you, the same city you were staying at was being attacked by giant evil alien robots.

You're in the middle of the street, not really knowing the extent of what these robots can do. One second you see a Porsche, a semi truck, and a camaro speed past you and transform into more alien robots...but this time they're fighting the one destroying the city so they're good you think? The next second, you were too frozen in admiring these aliens when suddenly a car goes flying towards you.

It happens in slow motion, Mirage is the only one who sees it go straight for your face. But he's confident, he knows he can catch it and save you. Except...it slips through his servos. His spark nearly stops. Instead of seeing a poor 'human' go spat on the ground, he can't believe his optics when you reach out and catch the fucking car??

After that whole incident, he's asking you a bunch of questions. You give him a lil kiss so you can answer him in his language, you're slightly surprised when suddenly you know english and cybertronian, whatever that is

Honestly, I could imagine Mirage never letting go of that kiss, like he's going to joke about it for years.

You're a princess? hell yeah, he thinks you're super badass and wants to see you in action tbh. He's still gonna act like a knight in shining armor but he knows you can handle yourself, he wants to impress you fr

Wants you to teach him your language, he will try but it'll sound like gibberish. Either that or he will learn it immediately because uhh cybertronian super advanced robot?

He's definitely an excited father to your sparklings, you will need to make sure he doesn't teach them to be troublemakers because HE WILL raise them into little fuckin risk takers

BUMBLEBEE

Unfortunately he would not be able to learn your language since there are no tameranean radio stations.. but hey you can still kiss him!

once he gets to know you and where you're from, he's a huge fangirl I think

definitely hypes you up and praises you when you chuck a car at a deception or something. Once he knows you're probably as strong as they are, you guys do some cool combos out in the battlefield.

power couple !?!?!

jokingly does a little bow every time he greets you, then crushes you in a hug. Probably plays some cheesy line from some radio station

he lovesss how you're so kind and compassionate to species you don't know and a planet that isn't yours, but also the fact that you're brave in the face of danger. He knows you can defend yourself and still come back to give him a lil kiss afterwards

he asks if you can carry him. you probably lift him up by one hand and he's going crazy that you might drop him.

you will both learn about Earth together, as well as each other's home planets :3

laying out in the middle of nowhere, staring at the stars and reminiscing about your home? of course

he'd be sooo nervous about sparklings, nervous but excited. He'd be the most caring boyfriend and equally as caring father

thinks your sparklings are the cutest ever ever

#transformers x reader #transformers #maccadam #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #rotb optimus #rotb optimus x reader #alien reader #question mark #rotb mirage #rotb mirage x reader #mirage x reader #bumblebee x reader #rotb bumblebee #rotb bumblebee x reader #rotb x reader

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eternalbuckley · 8 months

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Insecurities. — evan buckley

SUMMARY: Reader gets insecure about their body after meeting Taylor Kelly. Buck is their to comfort them and tell them how beautiful they are.

word count: 1,166

genre: fluff, comfort | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: a tiny bit of angst, heavy fluff, reader being insecure about their body, mention about weight lose, mention of comments from bullies, established relationship, use of pet names (babe, darling, my love), english is not my first language — if i forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: Thank you for this request anon, I'M SO SORRY tumblr deleted your request (i didn't know it would happen if you put in in your drafts.. guess i learned something new) but I still hope you'll find this story. I hope you had an amazing day as well! This topic is a very important one for me and I'm super sorry that it's so short but I still like the end result and I truly hope you'll like it. Might write more stories that are about comfort in the future soon! Enjoy reading 🫶

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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Why was she so beautiful? Or is? Why would he be with you? He could go back to her immediately. Or even back to anyone else he dated so far or could date.

'She is prettier than you anyway,' you kept asking yourself these questions while you were standing in front of your mirror and looking at your body.

She’s skinnier than you, why would he be with someone like you? Taylor Kelly seemed to be perfect and you thought you were not.

“She’s so gorgeous…” you mumbled to yourself with tears in your eyes.

You slowly started sobbing more and tried to ignore your insecure thoughts but they were too much. You didn’t like your body, being plus size was always something you knew most of society wouldn’t accept. ‘You have to be skinny to get men’s attention’, ‘Be pretty’, ‘Don’t be fat’, ‘If you’re plus size you’re ugly’ and so much more. It was exhausting, especially hearing comments like these in your teenage years. They always made you insecure and you ended up crying in your room many many times. You didn’t know what to do and nothing ever helped. You tried a lot of ways to lose weight and get skinnier but nothing worked. People made fun of you for that and since then you never really got over your insecurities.

How can be the world such a cruel place for something you can’t control?

You didn’t want to let stupid comments from those people ruin your life. But your insecurities came back after you recently met Taylor Kelly, one of your boyfriends, ex-girlfriends.

You knew what she looked like from seeing her on your TV but in reality, she was much more beautiful and skinnier than you. And that made you insecure. You didn’t exactly know what happened between her and Buck and why they broke up. But if you would only go after looks, she would win against you. At least that’s what you kept thinking about yourself.

Buck on the other hand was the happiest person on earth knowing he had you on his side. It has been almost two years since you officially got into a relationship and he has been the happiest since then. He always made sure to compliment you every single day. Whether it was in person or over texts but he never forgot. Not one day. He loved seeing you blushing over his compliments and genuinely being happy about his words. They let you feel better. He just didn’t know how insecure it made you meeting Taylor, not yet.

Buck came up behind you and kissed your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you and eventually noticed the tears in your eyes and your sobs.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” He turned you around and hugged you.

You snuggled up into him and hid your face in his chest without answering his question. You finally let go of your tears and cried in his arms. He whispered sweet nothings to you and rubbed your back to comfort you. He sat down with you on your shared bed and let you cry it all out. Buck always wanted to make sure that you feel loved and comfortable in his presence. But one thing that was really important to him, was to give you always the time you need. It didn’t matter for what reason. If it was just for you to get ready for a date or even giving you all the time to feel comfortable around him. He would always wait for you. Which wasn’t the easiest part for you as well but you trusted Buck with your life. You loved him and how happy he made you. How he made sure that you feel completely safe with him. You admired this side of him the most.

You eventually stopped sobbing after some time and slowly got calm. You still didn’t let go of him but he tried to ask you again about the reason for your current emotional state.

You sighed, your voice was still trembling. “Taylor Kelly…”

He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to look at you but you still hid your face in his chest. “What about her? Did she say something to you? Do I need to talk with her to leave you alone? Did she-“

“No, no,” you slightly chuckled about his protective side and turned your head to look at him. “I just- Have you seen her? She’s gorgeous, Buck. Look at how skinny she is compared to me. I’m just me and she? She’s Taylor Kelly. A beautiful and no plus-sized girl. Like… Why are you with me? You could have her or any other person that is skinnier than I am, Buck.”

Your insecurities were growing again while you were looking at your boyfriend. You saw his admiring eyes but speaking your insecurity out loud was hard. That’s probably a reason you spoke faster than usual. His eyes showed a hint of sadness, about your words. Hearing you talking about yourself in that way hurt him because he didn't want that you are hurting. Buck knew about your past and what your former classmates did and said to you, he thinks it's horrible and you would never deserve that. No one would. Bullying is one of the worst things someone can experience and seeing what this can do to people hurts him the most. Especially seeing his most important person (you) like that. Buck wished he could take away all your pain and turn it into something beautiful.

Buck kissed your forehead, “And I absolutely don’t care about this at all. I have the most beautiful person sitting in my arms right now. And let me tell you, every time I look at this person my heart swells so badly because of all the love my heart holds for that one special person. That is sitting in my arms by the way, in case I didn’t mention that already.” He took a breath. “And I love them with my entire life, no one can compare to them at all. They’re the definition of beauty.”

Tears build up in your eyes again and you kissed his jaw. Buck chuckled and nudged your nose.

“I would never want to be with Taylor or any other person just because they look different than you. I really don’t care about this, my love. I only care about you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the most beautiful and kind person I’ve ever seen and no one can ever compare to you. I love you and nothing can and will ever change that.”

He eventually softly kissed you on the lips which caused a smile on yours.

“I love you too, Buck. And I never want to lose you," your voice was still a bit weak.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You won’t get rid of me that easily, darling.” He grinned at you and kissed your nose afterwards.

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luffyvace · 2 months

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HIHIHIHI TYSM FOR DOING MY REQUEST ^U^ I hope u Don't mind me dropping another one u :'))

Can I have kusuo reaction to Reader-chan being mostly know for her gore/angst/horror series but looks like nothing for a person to write this stuff (she looks absolutely innocent) yet having a (technically an old man) friend who is also anonymous writer for one of kusuo favorite series yet the said look absolutely opposite of it (the reader-chan and her friend are like Junji Ito and hayao miyazaki)

I'm sorry if u couldn't understand the request:')) my English isn't really the best-

HII DARLING! No problem at all! Of course I don’t mind! Request at any time as long as they say open <3

ohhh so she’s a horror writer :> OHHH I was confused at first but as soon as I searched them up and saw the memes I understood 😂💓

This is such a cute and funny topic! Enjoy your hcs anon 💖 ⚠️ Gore mentions⚠️

Kusuo isn’t easily scared.

there are very few things that actually do scare him, considering he can sense everything coming from a mile away

But shows and books are an exception (given he doesn’t stare at the pages to see through the book-)

he’s not normally into horror but your manga is actually very interesting to him!

seeing a bunch of mutilated corpses packed together is quite a gripping sight for him!

and honestly he is obbsessed likes normalcy but your case is a type of unique he doesn’t mind :)

it’s funny since you have this friendly and kind personality and your work is the exact opposite of that 🤗

it’s giving the cute core girlies!! (and guys!! <3) 💓💗💖🌸🌷💞🎀

he still gets the perk of reading the chapter before publish and giving small ideas for stuff

You once put his favorite character from another series in one of the manga panels and he when he noticed it he had a little smile on his face! 💗

he wasn’t excpecting you to do that at all and it was a pleasant surprise ;3

your introduced him to your friend and he also likes his work now!

Y’all are literal polar opposites- and ngl? He enjoys the balance!

like when he wants some exhilarating and goosebump-giving action he’ll pick up one of your mangas’

and when he’s feeling mellow while eating some coffee jelly on his bed his new (second) favorite author to read from is your friend!

His number one author is of course you ♥︎

would recommend his friends (specifically Kaido) one of your mangas to freak them out

they definitely won’t be expecting it seeing as though your such a cheerful person! 🌸🎀🌷

I feel like Torisuka would genuinely enjoy your manga as well!

he doesn’t get scared easily by creepy stuff for obvious reasons 😋

so you’ve got yourself another supporter !!

I have a feeling my girl boss Airua would get creeped out but 1) she wants to support you so she would probably buy and either never read or 2) read it anyway because it’s so interesting

like you captivated people with your work!

just as much as your friend does with more gentler topics

but in a different sense

You make your audience quite literally cover their eyes in fear yet still peak through they’re fingers with anticipation !

like that’s how good it is!

a “I can’t look away” type of thriller!

also you know that really talkative guy with the bob?

yeah he over analyzes your manga once he finds out about it

(which let me tell you- Kusuo tried his hardest to keep him away from it—but much to his luck- he got a hold of it anyway)

thankfully he likes it!

he’s scared- but once again- he just can’t look away :)

he comes to you and gives your extremely detailed compliments and (positive) feedback after each chapter is released and says he can’t wait for more

he also tells his expectations and predictions for the next one and hopes you’ll live up to them

so when your exceed them he’s more than thrilled (GET IT?? Ok..)

he’s practically able to predict every book or manga he reads because he analyzes everything

so when your able to surprise him he’s impressed!

after Kusuo he’s the first one to buy a copy

(cuz yk Kusuo gets those special you-get-the-first-copy-before-it’s-published-because-your-my-boyfriend-privileges)

LOL

the bob guy is low key jealous of him for getting it before it’s even PUBLISHED

tries to bargain you to get that too but it’s strictly reserved for Kuu ♡

okay I looked up bob guy’s name

it’s Akechi Touma (oops)

LOL “bob guy”

enjoy!! Pretty short but I think they’re a delight~

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nogenderbee · 2 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hihi! platonic blade, welt, jing yuan and dan heng with a teen reader who is like fischl?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! Sure! I'm sorry because I kinda made it for fem!reader but if you're alright with just changing princess for prince and so on here and there, it should be alright to read for any gender!

Anyway, hope you enjoy either way!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

✧ Dan Heng is certainly surprised by your acting, tho every child has their phase he thinks...

✧ he doesn't want to accidentally ruin your childhood so he just goes with it

✧ and if you call him your royal knight? He'll actually be proud from that title! Maybe he won't admit it but he feels somehow happy you're always picking him for ant exploration

✧ tho he's often surprised with your language... you're a teenager and you speak so elegantly? That's certainly useful skill but how the heck did you learned that?!

✧ he's gonna call you whatever your imaginary name is, even if something completely different is in your papers

"I humbly declare you a loyal knight of Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"I'll do my best to not fail you then. You can trust me."

✧ if you even have a raven, he'll be even more interested in you... they allowed you to have a raven on the Express? How did you convinced Pom Pom?

✧ either way, he doesn't care if you're just trying to live tour fairy tale life as long as you're happy

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ it's easy to say that Welt does NOT get you kids... he's aware you have your imagination but you're certainly taking it to another level

✧ you're not playing your role as a Prinzessin, you're living it!

✧ he doesn't know if he should be happy or afraid how creative you are

✧ but he's acceptive so he'll agree on your ideas, as long as they're not anything dangerous

✧ when it comes to change of your name... I feel like he'd cross out your real name on any paper and replace it with the preferred one

✧ he's trying his best to catch up with you so the first thing he does is ask you if anything besides your name changed too!

"Just your name? Are your pronouns still the same? Do you need help of specialist? Or are you just discovering yourself?"

✧ he's trying his best and he's not afraid of showing it, if it means making sure you're comfortable!

✧ but if you decide to have a bird... it may come with few additional rules and you may need to keep it in a cage for a little while

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

✧ Jing Yuan is actually always happy to hangout with you and get to know more about your world

✧ he's always playing along with you, but it actually sounds like he's serious instead of playing because you're a child! Maybe he genuinely believes in it and just doesn't admit it out loud?

"And you may be first guess to witness my renovent palace!"

"I'll be more than happy to accompany you, young lady."

✧ similar to men above, he'll correct anyone and anything that contains your legal name, changing it to your prefered one. Because why would he ignore it after you trusted him and told him about your little secret?

✧ when it comes to your language... he was a bit surprised at first but now he responds the same way!

✧ don't be surprised if someone asks you one day what did you do to General because he sometimes speaks like that in public too... he's just too used by now

✧ and if you have a bird? Feel free to let it fly around Xianzhou as long as it's trained well!

✧ in fact, he'll be more than happy to see your tricks if your bird knows any

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

✧ Blade is accepting your imagination but he doesn't even try pretending like he believes in it

✧ you can give him 10000 arguments how it's definitely real and he'll reject all of it with just "no", so I say you don't waste your time...

✧ but he's not complete meanie, he'll accept your prefered name with ease

"I do not know anyone named Y/N! I'm Fischl! Prinzessin der Vertolung!"

"Fischl? Sure, at least it's easier than your real name..."

✧ he may act like he doesn't care but he'll state daggers at anyone who gets your name wrong

✧ he just goes "would you like to repeat yourself?" with most murderous gaze of his, so you can be sure this person will never get your name wrong again

✧ but he definitely is surprised by your language... he's a bit surprised you're so young and speak fluently like that...

✧ but he doesn't question it more than needed and just brushes it off as some teenager games, not bothering to care as long as you're not bothering him with it

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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!

#star rail #hsr #x reader #star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng #welt yang #jing yuan #blade #star rail dan heng #star rail welt #star rail jing yuan #star rail blade #platonic #star rail platonic #headcanons #star rail headcanons

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pokemenlovingmen · 1 year

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Ok you know what I’m requesting this for the both of us SPECIFICALLY so you can write it (cough and so I can read it a bit also oops) but anyway. Can i rq adaman, arven, and maybe n (if you do more than one character per rq) with a gn or masc reader who just got their hair cut and it’s a lot shorter than it used to be? Tee hee. 🐉

Oh my god, thank you for your generosity in this request dragon anon, I am on my hands and knees for this SWEETNESS

Nothing like getting a gender reaffirming haircut. Not to be, like, project-y on main, but I definitely went masc here because…. yknow. I’m me. I also like how the dudes you picked all have long hair and are all guys I’m very much into—

Sorry if the length is a little weird!! I’m still trying to figure out consistency with this stuff but I hope you still like it. I know I want my multi character posts to be shorter, but at the same time I feel bad that it’s not the same amount of content!!

Well anyway, let’s push my rambling aside for the time being, I don’t think I’ll ever feel totally confident in what I’m doing, especially with how crazy busy life has been lately, so let’s forget those worries and just Respectfully Enjoy some men.

Adaman, Arven and N see their boyfriend with a new short haircut!

Adaman

💎 — Oh!! You’re so handsome!

💎 — Well, okay, you were always handsome but the hair suits you! He’s just bad with words at the moment.

💎 — It’s honestly doubly exciting for him because he not only gets to see you with short hair, but also the results of all of Arezu’s hard training, and seeing her success here makes this all the sweeter.

💎 — He gets very into ruffling your hair, regardless of if you’re taller than him or not. When it was long, that could easily tangle it, but now that’s not a problem and you’re therefore never safe from getting a noogie eight times a day.

💎 — Even if there’s not much upkeep involved with shorter hair, he’s still volunteering to help with all of it. Need a hand washing it? You got it! Time to brush it through? He’s there!

💎 — He cherishes you so much, of course he treats your hair like it’s sacred. Every part of you is sacred to him and he wants you to know it.

💎 — If your hair is on the thicker side and can retain shape pretty easily, you might find yourself subject to all kinds of little hairstyling experiments. Spit curls, short braids, weird sectioning, Adaman just kind of loses himself in messing around with your hair when you’re in his arms.

💎 — He’ll, of course, love your hair no matter what you do with it. But what makes him love this style the most is how happy it makes you! You seem so much more comfortable and confident like this, and anything that can do that for you is a good thing in his book.

Arven

🥪 — Woah, who’s this handsome guy and what did he do with his boyfriend? He probably gives you a joking wolf whistle the moment he sees you.

🥪 — Which he then classily follows up with “well… now our hair product costs just went down!”

🥪 — But okay, joking aside, he’s so genuinely enamored with you once he’s had his fun. He’s so used to you with long hair, and now that it’s short there’s all these little things about your hair and face he’s noticing for the first time. Wow, even more to love—he’s a lucky guy.

🥪 — What he loves the most, though, is how clearly happy this new haircut makes you. You’re so confident and he loves it! He wants to see you like this all the time.

🥪 — Twice as bad as Adaman with the hair ruffling. Won’t stop until your hair is a complete mess or you start doing it back.

🥪 — Pats your head a lot just to see your hair bounce back up, the shorter hair is so springy without all the length to hold it down!

🥪 — He definitely comments on how obviously happy you are, I don’t think he keeps it to himself how happy he is that you’re happy. Maybe you’ll jokingly offer to get his hair cut, too, which he quickly and firmly denies. Nah, he’s good, actually. That look is for you and you alone to rock.

🥪 — Likes pressing his face into your hair shortly after you get it cut; the freshly cut ends tickle his face and he knows it makes you laugh when he does it.

🥪 — Overall huge fan of the new look. God, he really is just so, so lucky to be with a catch like you.

💚 — Okay, N is a smart guy, but he really isn’t that well socialized, so odds are when he sees you for the first time, he might not… realize it’s you. He’s just so used to long-haired you, after all.

💚 — But once the initial shock at this big change settles in, he’s fascinated!

💚 — The texture of your freshly cut hair makes his brain itch a bit. He spends several fascinated hours just running his hands through your hair, marveling at how it’s the very same hair he’s touched many times before, but it somehow feels completely different.

💚 — Beyond his own fascination, he sees how happy you are with the new look and that’s all it takes for him to be happy for you!

💚 — N’s never been one for appearances. You could do whatever you want with your hair and, once he takes a moment to realize it’s you under that drastically changed hairstyle, he’d be happy with it as long as you are.

💚 — No matter what changes you make to your hair, he always finds something to compliment about it. Usually texture-related, those are just the sorts of things that maintain his attention.

💚 — The smell of whatever products you use will quickly become his favorite thing. It just reminds him so much of you and being close to you.

💚 — For this haircut and future ones, he always has a Pokemon to playfully compare you to. Oh, your hair is so bouncy now, like an Emolga’s ears. The way you have it gelled so heavily makes him think of a Snivy’s smooth, sleek head. It’s so soft, like a Tranquil’s down feathers! He could go on.

💚 — Whatever you decide to do with your hair, it’ll always be a big thumbs up from him!

#pokemon x reader #pokemon n x reader #n x reader #adaman x reader #arven x reader #adaman x male reader #arven x male reader #pokemon male reader #🐉

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unrequitedloveletter · 8 months

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Hello! I saw that you have your requests open! Could you do one with Aaron Warner and him and reader just have a slow fluffy morning? Maybe it be winter and it’s snowing because I’m missing the cold weather with this horrible Texas heat that practically makes me melt just thinking about going outside 😭

Snow- A.W x gn! reader

Hi, I am so sorry that this took me forever! Thank you for sending it in, though, it's been very warm where I am too so writing a fic set in winter was oddly refreshing while waiting for the light, breezy air of autumn to kick in.

Anon, if you're reading, I hope you enjoy this one and again, I am so sorry for how long it's taken to be written and put out!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- a mention of murdering someone (the reader tells aaron that they'll kill someone if he tries to rope them into leaving the house in the beginnings of a storm) aaron might be a little ooc, and this is also unedited

The first thing that you registered as you woke up was the sound of snow falling so delicately against your windowsill. The second thing you registered was Aarons arm around your waist, his chin against your shoulder, and the feeling of the blanket you'd tossed over yourselves in an attempt to negate the cold, sitting just beneath your elbow as you woke and found it was morning.

You blinked, gaze turning to the curtains and finding they were slightly open, giving yourself a clear display of the snow as it fell to the ground. It was the first snow of the season, and judging by the fact that a storm was suspect, you anticipated that you wouldn't feel motivated to do anything that day.

You knew that Aaron, for all of his efforts with the Resistance and everything he, Juliette, Kenji and the others had accomplished in the time leading up to that day, would appreciate the day of relative nothingness.

The two of you had taken the day off as it were, so even though you'd planned to at least try to do a few things, you knew that nothing very relevant would be done, but you didn't mind that. There could be days of productivity later, but as you turned your gaze to your beloved, ran a hand along the line of his jaw, you decided that that day would not be one of them.

"Good morning, love," Aaron said as he woke.

"Hi," you said, pressing a kiss to his jawline as he pulled you in closer. "Seems like we're in for a storm, so if you try to rope me into leaving this house while we're in the beginnings of it, I might genuinely kill somebody."

That incited the glorious sound of his laughter. "All right, then," he said. "We were due in for a lazy day anyway."

You got up, catching his grin and laughing a bit when he hugged you from behind as you left your bedroom, headed down the hall for the stairs, and moved to the kitchen.

You made your coffee in contented silence, with Warners chin against your shoulder, his arms around your waist, and the cold still biting at you slightly.

You'd long learned to cherish mornings like those, ones where you made coffee and set up the gramophone and grabbed books off of your shelves to read to each other, a blanket draped over your legs while your feet rested in Warners lap and one of his hands ran up and down your calf idly.

And, as you made your coffee and laughed with Warner in between quick kisses, you knew that that morning was going to pan out just like those days did, and you simply couldn't wait.

Mornings like those were few and far between but, with coffee and the impending snowstorm, you knew and Aaron knew that it was going to be a good, relaxing day.

It was one you couldn't wait for.

#aaron warner #aaron warner x reader #shatter me #shatter me series

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sawyerconfort · 11 months

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Hey. Could u do a prompt 50 & 52 with Madison Montgomery. Her just dominating fem!reader and being soft at the same time?

Hi anon, sorry it took so long! I know it's been a while since you asked, I hope you're happy anyway…

I'm loving that everyone keeps asking me for Madison stuff around here, I really do. I understand the hype, she's super powerful and she's a bad girl after all.

I already advance that smut requests won't always come out well, because I'm terrible at these things, but I hope you like it, I do my best.

And you, reader who hasn't asked yet, don't bother asking, feel free! I take a while, but I write!

Enjoy!

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50. "let me unzip your dress, please." 52. "use your words."

The Seven Wonders exam was stressing everyone out. Not just Cordelia and Myrtle, the possible authorities, but the younger witches. The competition had become a game of life and death, and it was terrifying to think that others would need to die for just one to rise as the new Supreme.

Only one witch in particular seemed unaffected: Madison Montgomery.

"Lift your head, open your eyes, wear some makeup, (Y\N), come on, cheer up!" "Everyone knows what the outcome will be, but maybe the tables will turn, and you'll be our new queen, who knows?"

You huffed, throwing yourself on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know, Madison."

"You know, sweetie, I bet you do."

Her voice was so convincing that you could easily assume she was just training her mind control skills on you. It was common to want to improve the gifts that you could have, gifts that would help you reach the "throne".

"I know exactly what you need, (Y\N)…" she said, biting her lip. "You need a girl to convince you of your potential… And you're in luck, even more so today."

"Am I?" you frowned, confused.

Madison didn't give you time to think. She simply slithered across the bed like a snake and sat between your legs, wrapping her arms around you with a teasing giggle that automatically had you looking at her mouth.

"Let me unzip your dress, please", she asked in a whisper. "Just to show you how good it can be." You frowned again. "Don't worry, it's just a massage. I promise."

Her reputation didn't help much, but you allowed Madison to unzip your dress, relieving you of at least one pang on your conscience. You didn't know whose idea it was to wear these dress clothes, but they didn't help matters.

Madison started with her hands roaming over your shoulders, gently going over every corner of your skin and every corner of your insecurities. She was relishing the opportunity, you could hear her chuckle as you moaned softly with relaxation. Of course, with someone like Madison Montgomery, a massage would never be just a massage.

"Like that, don't you?" she asked, leaning very close to his ear. "That's good, I didn't even need to read your mind to know that… It never fails." That made her laugh for some reason.

Inevitably, you found yourself wondering how many girls Madison had fooled with Muggle "chill out" speeches, and even how many boys. Suddenly the doubt seemed genuine, and you couldn't resist the urge to ask:

"How many people do you fool a day with that speech of yours?"

Madison was still laughing, and then her hands came out of the massage to support her as she leaned over and whispered in your ear. "Why? You think I'm fooling you, do you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she bit her earlobe and chuckled, a cold, villainous laugh, just like her type. You felt your body shiver with the contact, and suddenly, she threw you on the bed, stopping on top of you.

"We're not going to do anything you don't want to, but you can let me prove I'm being sincere, right?", she whispered, cupping your cheeks and squeezing them. "There's a high possibility that one night of sex will calm you down, you know?"

You rolled your eyes and Madison smiled.

"Oh, no, no, no mockery, let me get rid of these clothes and show you what I'm capable of!", she said, dominating your entire body while kissing you and going through ways to take your clothes off while doing so, taking advantage of your distraction. "Blimey, (Y\N), you're obedient, hm?"

"Yeah, but don't take advantage, okay?", you laughed. "I want to dominate this shit too."

Madison smiled, but it was more than clear that she was the only person who could rule here, within the four walls. You just gave in, because there was nothing more desperate and breathless than her kisses all over your body, wet on your lips and especially too long to take. And then there were her fingers, running over every part of your most intimate parts.

She started in slow strokes, one finger, rasping as she bent her body to reach your pussy better. The other hand, which was useless at the moment, traced full circles across your nipples and made you forget to breathe.

Still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, you arched as Madison inserted two fingers at once, laughing happily at your reaction. However, your shortness of breath made her alert, and she lifted her head instantly.

"Are you okay? Shall I continue?", she whispered, not wanting the others to hear the onomatopoeia coming out of that room.

You took a deep breath, lifting your head slightly, but you couldn't say anything other than "I…"

"Use your words." Madison insisted, still whispering.

"Just fuck me, Madison Montgomery."

She smiled and took a deep breath, relieved, as she came back more calmly, but with the same intensity and euphoria in her body, introducing the same fingers inside you. She loved seeing you delivered, moaning for her and for her only. And then, after a while, you melted and came for her, sliding until Madison tasted you all over.

You took a breath and lay down side by side, with her head on your chest, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hmmm, really nice… We could do this more often, honey," she whispered, running her fingers over your exposed skin and giggling when she noticed you were flinching and getting goosebumps.

"Okay, I guess…", you whispered back. "But you're going to let me dominate next time, right?"

"All for you, my love," she said, before kissing. "You know, I don't care about missing the Seven Wonders test anymore. I already have my private Wonder right here, and I know, with all my might, that she's going to come back to me for the rest of her life. Because she is tied to me, for all eternity."

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #fluff #smut #ahs x reader #ahs coven #madison montgomery x reader #madison montgomery #emma roberts x reader #i told you I suck with smuts #hope this one is good at least #please request more #please send asks

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iovesia · 1 year

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Lost Boys with a witch!reader? (like AHS coven type 🫣) seperate or poly hcs, it's up to you!

☆ — THE LOST BOYS WITH WITCH S/O!

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is so all over the place, sorry, anon :( but i hope you enjoy anyways ♡ witch!reader's powers are based off the american horror story witches.

david would be probably be the most intimidated by you. out of all the boys, he's the most in touch with his supernatural power (mind control, creating hallucinations, all the fun vampire stuff). so when he meets you, a huge part of him becomes competitive— he's not used to not being the most powerful in the room. david tries to act aloof whenever you're practicing your spells, but he's 100% eyeing what you're doing the entire time. he shrugs off your offers to teach him a few tricks (and later, you catch him secretly skimming through your spellbooks).

dwayne is the only one who seems to take a genuine interest in the history of witchcraft, and other practices you do. when you two finally have alone time, he loves to rest his head in your lap and have you read something from your books to him. he loves your ability of telekinesis the most ('cause he's lazy, and will ask you to bring him things).

paul and marko are so mesmerized by your powers and will drag you along with their pranks and shenanigans. paul constantly asks you to light things on fire on the boardwalk (he's so jealous, he wants to be able to do things like that with his mind >:( !!!). paul's constantly digging through your bags, and playing with all kinds of herbs and potions. you spent hours scolding him while trying to undo the spell, when you found out he managed to turn himself green. marko and you constantly try to jumpscare the other boys when he found out you could teleport (david hates it </3).

if we're talking still talking ahs type of witches, you would probably also have the power of resurrection. you always revive marko's pigeons when the burden of mortality strikes, and they die :(. he loves the little guys, and you love him too much to see him so unhappy.

#the lost boys imagine #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys

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nahida-official · 4 months

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a very merry sumeru christmas !

christmas notes compiled together :3

NOTABLE MESSAGE OF SHAME:

from. hat-guy (@the-wanderer-official) What a *wonderful* year you've spent annoying me. It was so special, I don't think we will need any more ever again, so I think it's time to return to your knitting or old lady ramblings. In the gift below I have enclosed a few mora to tide you by as Haravatat slowly falls apart from it's lack of funding. I hope you enjoy finding a new job that will hire someone as old as you. Sincerely with annoyance, the wanderer.

"Hey! Hat Guy.. I think you've perhaps forgotten that i can read all these messages. I told you to at least TRY to be nicer."

Cloud said: Merry Christmas!

from. alhaitham (@alhaitham-official) Happy Holidays. (have a nice time yall -mod)

:> said: STAY SILLY GUYS!!!!!! BE SKRUNKLY AND AWESOME TOO BUT I KNOW Y'ALL WILL DO THAT ANYWAYS

from. corruptdhaitham (@corrupted-haitham-official) This is useless to me. Still, have a nice time or whatever. (happy holidays and such. -moddie)

from. madame faruzan (@faruzan-official) Lesser Lord Kusanali, I give you a cookie. You are a wonderful archon. Hat Guy, may you die in the trenches. @autistic-alhaitham, I am telling you. You meowed at me. You cannot fool the one and only Madame Faruzan. Kaveh, youngster, stay as you are. You are wonderful for someone coming from the loathed Darshan of Ksharewar. @niloupalata you as well are pleasant, truly. And to the lot of you, happy holidays. Except Hat Guy. I hope your holidays are the worst.

"Awh! Many thanks, Madame Faruzan for the cookie. ..But you too. Watch your words. I told you both to be nice or I'd suspend you from "

from. Adi @adi-cat-anon Happy Holidays, and best wishes for the new year! I'm glad I got to meet you all.

from. dunyarzad^^ (@dunyarzad-official) Ohhh!!! Lesser Lord Kusanali!!! You have been such a nice archon!! You really were the one thing keeping me alive back when I was despairing through my Eleazar!! Thank you so much! And now that I've recovered, I can finally go around on my own and since the new year is rolling around, I'd love to take the opportunity to make new friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"It's nothing, Miss Dunyarzad. I'm glad I could help! Happy Holidays to you!"

from. kaveh (@kaveh-official) haitham please decrease my rent

from. Candace. (@candace-official) Have a happy holidays, everyone.

from. hat guy (notable message of shame above)

from. love anon (@l0ve-anon) Yall better be ready to see chaos. I will bring it to someone so be ready /pos (bringing up my flirting game)

"I.. I don't know who you are but I do suppose you have a happy holidays? Please try to refrain from causing too much of a major ruckus in Sumeru, though. :3"

from. zzz anon make sure y'all slept before Christmas

from. Bard (@namelessbard-official <-i believe? correct me if I'm wrong!) Venti(@venti-official)--I love you and I'm so proud of you <3 carry on my litle elf!

from. Fang, Annie (@the-chaos-siblings) Fang: Merry chrisler! Annie: Merry Christmas!

from. Cyno (@general-mahamatra-cyno-official) Merry Christmas. Where does Santa keep his coat during the year? The Claus-et.

"What a wonderful joke from the General Mahamatra! Hehe!"

test tube said: I genuinely cannot see whatever i picked god help me Merry Christmas if we open these on Christmas Day then I am currently suffering at a party I was forced to go to aaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Oh.. : ( I'm sorry! I hope you'll at least have fun at that party to some extent."

from. the Doctor (@dottore-official) I was told to leave a note if i wanted more funds, so happy holidays I suppose.

from. Zandik (@zandik-official) What is this for..? Even though I don't know, here. Take this. +1 Gears acquired.

from. Sohreh!! (@sohreh-official) Happy Holidays!! Oh, this is so exciting! I wonder who will get this card... I don't know, but to however gets this, have a happy holiday season!

from. layla (@layla-official) Hot coffee everyone?.. I can mix it with chocolate if caffeine isn't to your liking.

from. Tighnari (@fennec-tighnari-official) happy holidays to you all! and please no one get injured, I'm not dealing with this during the holidays.

from. Hydro!Kaveh (@hydro-eidolon-kaveh-official) Hello! I'm sure most of you are in my memories somewhere, but I'd like to let you all know that you are in my thoughts around this special time of year! My Haitham told me a little bit about the holidays and what they mean, but I'm definitely still a little lost on the fact. Otherwise, I know it is a time to decorate a tree and appreciate those that you love, and I want you to know that I love each and every one of you! (I think) Have the best holidays ever!

"Awh! May you have the best holidays ever too!!"

from. serendipityanon (@serendipity-anon) Hello all, I've knitted quilts for each and every one of you in a different color! I'll put them under the tree as well~ I have several pots of tea to share with everybody, and of course I brought fairy lights! Everyone has to take a set home to decorate their home~ I hope everybody has a wonderful day and and incredible holiday season! Love, serendipity-anon

from. collei (@collei-official) Happy holidays to everyone !! :D from. webttore (@webttore-official) I don't know why I'm here ig I'm from Sumeru? But I'm in Mondstadt rn. Anyways I'm gonna steal gifts and kick kids -Webttore

"Get out. We do not condone that here that is not holiday cheer."

from. Xinyan (@xinyan-official) Wherever Yoimiya (@yoimiya-official) has disappeared to, I hope she's doing well.

"Everyone have a happy holidays! From the Goddess of Wisdom and the rest of Sumeru! Directed at not just the people of Sumeru, but truly everyone out there!!"

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dreamsgazer · 1 year

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OK SO mine isn't really a request because I have ideas but I can't write so they go nowhere and stay in my head because I'm incapable!!! anyway, I was thinking about a situation where reader and tangerine met on the train and they hit off right away like there's something special between them eheh, like they like each other but turns out that they're both on a mission and have the same goal - so they fight because reader steals the WHATEVER IT IS IDK that's in both their interest and manages to get off the train right under tangerine's nose when he was about to stop them, doing so in a fight reader rips tangerine's necklace, and basically breaks it and ultimately keeps it (and fixes it) . just in case. because they like him. genuinely. in fact she's very sorry for ruining the mission of the twins but it's a matter of life or death sooo rip AND they're also indirectly but maybe directly? the cause of the nasty scar tangerine now has on his neck because he risked his life because of this failed mission. and then I mean we all know what happens canonically but we Dont Care do we.... it's all a scar and a memory in the end.

ANYWAY they finally meet again when they're forced to team up by their handlers for another mission and like tangerine and lemon are mad mad because everyone was about to die on that train!! because of reader!!!! duh. also R feels very guilty because all that has happened / could've happened. and tangerine of course is angry because he was losing his life but also because he kinda was disappointed in their behavior and maybe in himself for trusting so easily a person.. anddd idk maybe there could be some angst because I love it and that's it THIS IS SO DUMB AND LONG I'm sorry I know I'll probably look to this request in a while and cringe so bad. but I'm just curious to see how you would continue it, like what do you think would happen, what are the first things they say to each other, how does it evolve things like that 🥰

of course, if you don't feel like writing anything that's totally fine and don't worry at all❤️❤️

p. s. : im sure ive taken the prompt where reader steals / ruins tangerine's mission from other fics as well so kudos to whoever came up with the idea :)

Dear Anon, first of all, thank you so much for your patience. I’m usually slow to answer, and with things being very busy at work I’m even slower. Please, do not cringe, it was awesome to read your ideas, and I was so happy you sent this message. Thank you so much ❤️ , and I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

A Darling Mess

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you groan, letting your head hit the wall behind you. The golden necklace glints between your fingers.

You didn't mean to steal it. You really didn't. You didn't mean to run into the Twins and most certainly didn't mean to hook up with the moustached one in one of the bathrooms on that cursed train either.

More accurately, you shouldn't have wanted to hook up with him, but as soon as the two of you had crossed paths in one of the carriages, you knew it was going to happen. And when it happened it was quick and glorious and earth-shaking, and you hoped you were going to see him again.

Then everything went to shit, you two fought for that damned suitcase - his hands apparently were really good for many different things - and you barely ran away from that train with all your limbs.

Your smartphone buzzes incessantly. It's your handler.

"Where are you?"

It's not like him to sound so distressed.

"Not sure about the exact position, it's an alley near Nagoya station. I think I need a lift."

He tells you about a derailed bullet train and how it seems a lot of people - assassins like you, but still... people - died. One of the Twins as well, according to the info he got. The moustached one. You feel a pang of pain in your chest, which is stupid because he was just a stranger you fucked on a train.

A year has passed. Tokyo has slowly just started to become a mission you will remember with regret for a long time when you find yourself pointing your weapon at Moustache Guy again. While he's doing the same. And his brother is aiming a gun at you as well.

Shit.

You are more surprised to see him most definitely alive than to have him threatening you.

“You owe me a great deal,” he hisses, low and dangerous “You fucked up our mission, stole my fucking necklace, and almost got me killed. Almost got my brother killed as well! Why shouldn’t I murder you on the spot?”

You frown “First of all, the necklace got caught in my jacket while you were using me as a human punching ball. Second,” you add, eyes only quickly flickering on the huge, angry scar on his neck “one of you is going to kill me for sure, but I can guarantee you I will take the other down with me.”

Anger blazes in his eyes and you push further, adrenaline pumping in your veins “Third, asshole, you and your brother here screwed up since the moment you decided to leave the suitcase and the boy you were supposed to escort unguarded! What utterly morons do that?”

A pause and then you decide to further test your luck “Last but not least, I’m sorry you two almost got killed. I can apologize for my part in that, even if it’s a small one. But I won’t accept you blaming me for the rest, Moustache Boy!”

His nostrils flare, and he glares at you. It’s unfair that he looks even more ravishing with that savagery seeping from him in hot waves. Also, you probably shouldn’t get distracted by that, since the danger of being shot is a very real one.

Lemon’s laughter is short, and he nods at you, interrupting the impasse “This one got quite a temper, uh? I kind of see the fascination with the... situation.”

Tangerine snarls an insult at him, but it carries no real venom.

In the end, after some calls from your handler and his reminders to the Twins that they have to collaborate with you on this mission and an offer to triple the pay for all of your messed up trio, guns are put away, hands tentatively shaken, and scowls mostly kept under control.

You know they still blame you for your part in the train debacle. Yet, true to their professional reputation, they carry through the mission. It’s a long one.

Living in such proximity inevitably leads to some kind of tepid intimacy. Lemon is the first one to soften up a bit. He starts to ask you if you want some coffee. He asks you about your favourite book, once he spots you reading it to fight your insomnia. He thanks you after you retrieve a USB pen that will help with the job. And one day he gives you a sticker of some train and tells you that despite everything you are not a Diesel. You are not sure what it means, and Tangerine indeed scoffs at the words, but after that things are a little less tense, between the three of you.

Tangerine slowly stops glaring at you and once he almost compliments your ability in combat, after you knock out a goon that was going to stab him.

The progress is little but steady, and one night, for a hilarious twist of the events, the moon finds you two looking outside the same window, in the little apartment you have been given as a base.

“I’m sorry you got shot.”

He nods at your words, slightly sniffing and making his moustache move over his very kissable lips.

“Thanks,” he hesitates before quickly murmuring his own apology about blaming you and only you “I think my ego got a tad hurt realizing you shagged me just because of a honeypot mission.”

“I didn’t,” it's the quiet murmur that gently interrupts his gruff confession.

He scoffs “I very much think we did it in that bathroom, love.”

“Not that,” you roll your eyes at him “I meant it wasn’t a honeypot mission. I- I did not hook up with you because of work. I didn’t even know you and Lemon were the ones having that cursed briefcase, at the time.”

Tangerine just looks at you, and you look back at him “I have your necklace. It got a bit damaged, but I had a jeweller fix it. I know it’s stupid, but I thought-”

Your voice dies down a bit and you are not really shocked to feel his calloused hand gently cupping your face, making you look at him “What did you think?”

You swallow “I thought I was going to find out where Lemon put your grave and bring the necklace there.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and then another, and another. He kisses them, one by one, his lips lingering on your soft skin, and you sob “I’m so stupidly glad you didn’t die.”

He chuckles against your lips “So am I, my darling.”

You kiss him and he kisses you back, and the morning after Lemon is not surprised to catch you coming out from Tangerine’s bedroom.

Sensing your hesitation, he winks at you “Glad it happened. Be good to him, ya?”.

And of course, you nod back, with all your heart.

#tangerine x reader #lemon and tangerine #bullet train fanfic #bullet train movie #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train

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nametakensff · 11 months

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🤧💣 steddie??

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I torture E/ddie more often so I thought I'd go with S/teve this time. Hope you enjoy! 💕

S/teve has a nasty cold that's left him miserably congested; E/ddie suggests he try Chhinkni with pretty impressive results

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, modern AU so I could insert a Chhinkni scenario lol, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, masturbation, little bit of verbal teasing / dirty talk, E/ddie catching S/teve's sneezes, care-taking, tissues, mess (but not described too explicitly), contagion, manually induced sneezes, natural cold sneezes

NSFW as per, so under a read more - you know the drill

“Come on, Stevie. I think it’ll really help.”

Steve glanced warily at the vial of chhinkni powder Eddie held in his outstretched palm. His boyfriend, perched next to him on the side of the bed, peered up at him with a soft, crooked smile, and the younger man could already feel his resistance weakening. Stupid Eddie and his stupidly gorgeous everything. He coughed gently and nestled back further into the pillows Eddie had arranged for him so that he could sit up, as if even the closer proximity to that little container could cause him imminent damage.

“I don’t know, Eds…I don’t think I could take burning sinuses on top of all th-his congest…ion-!! HAH-AAESSSHUU!!”

Steve lurched forward with a powerful sneeze, barely catching the last of it with a shaking palm. It had been a huge, spraying affair - he licked the resulting moisture off his lips and grimaced slightly at the droplets glittering on his palm. He sniffled experimentally to see if the force of it had been enough to shift anything in his nasal cavities, but no cigar. The mess stubbornly sat there in his sinuses, leaving them throbbing miserably. His head felt like it weighed a ton.

Eddie reached out with a tissue and scrubbed away at the spray on Steve’s palm.

“Oh, bless you, honey…” He practically sighed, voice a breathy mixture of arousal and concern.

Steve knew if his hand had faired that badly against the sneeze, Eddie had absolutely received the brunt of it. He knew his boyfriend didn’t care – he actively wanted Steve to let loose around him – and normally this wouldn’t be a problem. Steve would love to see the older man come down with a sneezy, sniffly cold, especially one he had given to him, but this particular sickness was so unbelievably miserable that the usual enjoyment of allowing himself to be a sloppy mess around Eddie was tarnished by the concern that he could make him feel as awful as he himself currently did.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t see that one coming.”

Eddie shook his head, looking at Steve with so much adoration that he felt his stomach fluttering in return.

“No, baby, you’re fine. Just let them out as they come. Did that help at all?”

Steve sighed and leaned back into the pillows.

“No. Still completely stuffed up. Fuck, this sucks!”

Eddie gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry you feel so bad, Stevie. I really think the chhinkni’d help you out. Just a little bit! You’ve been sneezing all day anyway, what’s a dozen more?”

Steve shot a deadpan look his way.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Pervert.” He teased.

Eddie just grinned at him and softly batted the side of his head.

“You’re a menace. And yeah, I would like that, because it would probably ease your suffering, you stubborn ass!”

There was no malice in his tone, but Steve didn’t miss the genuine creeping exasperation that lingered underneath.

He felt bad for worrying his boyfriend – it wasn’t as though he had intentionally decided to block his own sinuses up to the point of consistent mouth-breathing and feeling his ears pop every time he attempted to breathe through his nostrils. He should be leaping at the chance to end this misery. But the chhinkni…

They’d both learned about the sneezing powder online the way any other person with their shared fetish had – it seemed like an absolute dream come true with the way it teased prolonged, intense fits out of anyone who tried it, and they’d jumped at the chance to try it themselves. They had, however, had mixed results.

Eddie had volunteered to go first when the package had arrived. However, in typical Eddie fashion, he had been overly enthusiastic with the initial dose, entirely uninterested in following the recommended guidelines. He’d snorted a line of it like cocaine, and minutes later he’d been sneezing so much Steve eventually became worried he’d hyperventilate. When he’d finally managed to get Eddie under control, forcing him to blow his nose and take measured breaths, they’d both been too freaked out to go near the stuff again for weeks. Never mind the fact that Steve had orgasmed untouched in his jeans as he held his boyfriend bucking repeatedly in his arms.

They’d tried again with Eddie, this time taking the correct dosage, and found that it worked just as well as his pollen allergies without the prolonged suffering that occurred if he overexposed himself to some particularly strong flowers. It was a success, and the little vial was placed in their nighstand with the plethora of other inducing tools they kept on hand.

Following Eddie’s persistent requests and the mounting pressure of his own curiosity, Steve eventually gave in and decided to indulge his boyfriend. His nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Eddie’s (though that wasn’t saying too much – he’d never known another person alive as sensitive as the dungeon master), but he was still a little worried about having a negative reaction. Eddie had insisted that that one time was because he had been a moron and not because of anything wrong with the powder itself. Steve eventually agreed he was probably right, and he had gotten off enough times to his boyfriend’s reaction to the stuff that it was only fair he try it himself.

He'd snorted a small, pea-sized amount of powder, and leaned back where he perched on his boyfriend’s lap, waiting for the magical stuff to take over. Said metalhead looked up with eyes practically boring into him with lust, gripping his hips tightly in anticipation for what they both hoped would be a lengthy and violent reaction. Unfortunately, Steve had only sneezed once, a throaty and tortured “HARRRSHHHUU!!!” left hanging between them before he had hissed in pain and clutched at his face.

30 minutes later, after an intense nasal irrigation operation involving a nettie pot and their bathroom sink, Steve leant forward, bleary-eyed and exhausted with a concerned Eddie rubbing his back and pressing kisses to his shoulder blades. Eddie had been devastated, blaming himself completely for Steve’s unfortunate reaction, which Steve had repeatedly assured him was not his fault. They’d called it quits for the evening, neither of them feeling like fooling around anymore. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms watching some dumb 80s slasher movie, and in the morning Steve had sworn off the chhinkni for life.

Which was why he was currently eyeing the distinctive little vial with undisguised distaste. But Eddie seemed adamant that he try it, and he had to admit his resolve was steadily wavering.

“You know, before our little…community discovered this stuff, it was made specifically to ease congestion from colds. It’s literal cold medicine, Steve.”

Steve scoffed at that. Eddie pointedly ignored him.

“I mean, dude – I know you had a bad time before, but that was when you weren’t already stuffed the fuck up. It shouldn’t burn – honestly, I’m not even sure you’ll feel anything right now. Your airways are totally blocked.”

Steve supposed he had a point.

“But if my airways are blocked, will it even do anything?”

Eddie smiled encouragingly at him, eyes glittering and making it impossible for Steve to look anywhere but at his boyfriend.

“Only one way to find out, big boy.”

Steve sighed. Okay. He was going to do this – for Eddie, he told himself. He honestly wasn’t sure he could feel much worse than he did in this moment. Even if he experienced a little bit of burning, it might at least make his nose run enough that he’d be able to actually blow it.

“…Fine. I’ll snort some.”

Eddie’s entire body seemed to both slump in relief whilst simultaneously beginning to buzz with anticipation. Steve could tell he was trying his best not to look too eager and was failing magnificently. He was such a dork. Steve’s heart leapt in his chest a little, out of both adoration for Eddie and a kind of twisted excitement at what he was about to do. He hoped he would sneeze. He hoped it would actually be a productive affair. He hoped Eddie would like it.

“Oh my god, finally!”

Eddie sighed dramatically and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Perhaps it was the angle at which he was sat, the timbre of the laugh vibrating against his irritated sinuses, an errant cold-induced tickle – maybe all three – but it was with a sudden and pressing urgency that he realised he very much needed to sneeze. He sucked in a desperate gasp to fuel his release, reddened nostrils flaring angrily.

“AEEESHHH!! TIISSSHHH!! HAH’TSSSSHHH’UU!!” He aimed the sneezes lazily at an upraised hand, smirking a little as he wound down from them at the unmistakable sound of Eddie moaning and the sensation of his body sitting up ramrod straight beside him. He looked at his boyfriend through heavy-lidded eyes.

“’Scuse me. Tickled.”

Eddie, blushing a particularly pretty pink, cursed before laughing breathlessly.

“Getting a head-start, Harrington?” He chuckled as he twisted the cap off the small container.

“Just giving you a preview, Munson.” He teased, then laughed as Eddie lurched forward to press tiny kisses all over his face.

“Just hope this works for you. My poor, stuffy baby.” Eddie crooned as he sat back with the vial.

Steve watched as his boyfriend lifted the open container up to his own nose before taking a deep inhale through flared nostrils. The effect was almost instantaneous. Eddie shook with a fierce fit of irritated sneezes, aimed at Steve’s duvet-covered lap.

“Ehdd’tchu! Ngxt’chiew! Ts’zieww! H’tchu! HEH! ENGXT’tchiiewww!!”

He shook his long curls back from his face and grinned up at Steve, eyes twinkling.

“Whew! That felt so good. Stuff’s still strong as ever.” He rubbed his nostrils roughly with the knuckle of a crooked forefinger. Steve shuddered at the pleasant thrum of arousal the little fit and Eddie’s teasing comment produced.

“Bless you, Eds. You’re so fucking hot, baby. Now hurry up and put me out of my misery.”

Eddie smirked at him, looking as devilishly cheeky as he always did when he successfully turned Steve on.

“Your wish is my command.”

With practiced caution, the older man shook a small amount of powder onto the webbing of skin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Holding the hand steady, he placed the open vial on their nightstand and looked up at Steve, undisguised excitement burning in his chocolate eyes.

“Ready, Stevie?”

Steve hummed an affirmative and leaned forward. Eddie guided his hand up to the younger man’s face and held it there, resting his thumb and fingers on Steve’s cheeks. Steve gingerly pressed his nostrils to his boyfriend’s hand, hesitating for just a moment before inhaling forcefully through his nose, sniffing up the powder. Steve was too focused on the sensation to notice Eddie shaking slightly in response to the former jock’s warm, damp nostrils gently suctioning at his skin.

Steve leaned back, sniffing experimentally. Eddie had been right – he was, in fact, so stuffed up he couldn’t even make out the scent of menthol. It didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, but he’d rather that than the burning. Eddie was watching him keenly, almost without breathing. Steve snuffled again – absolutely nothing.

Feeling almost as if he’d let his boyfriend down, he opened his mouth to speak –

“HAHHYISSSSHIEWW!!!”

And sneezed instead.

Both men jumped, absolutely blindsided by the thunderous sneeze. Steve had been forced forward with the cringing effort of it, Eddie reaching out to steady him by the shoulder instinctively even as he felt the spray settle on his face.

“Jesus H Christ, Steve!”

Eddie felt his cock throb in his jeans which were suddenly all too tight, ears ringing. His eyes scanned Steve’s face, took in his crumpled expression, looking every bit as ruined as he himself felt. Steve let out a sound between a shaky exhale and a whimper and attempted to maintain eye contact with him, despite the tickle forcing his eyes slowly shut.

“S-sorr-ih-HIHH-!! HAEGGSHOOO!!”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as another mist of spray burst across his cheeks and lips.

“Bless you, honey. No sorry, love, it’s okay - are you okay?”

Steve nodded, squinting against the tickle. God, it didn’t burn but it buzzed, a ticklish sensation taking root at the base of his nostrils and seeming to pulse out in waves across the centre of his face. It was so intense, but not quite enough, the fit he’d been hoping for just out of reach.

“I’m – I’m okay….God, Eddie, it tickles so much but I c-can’t-!”

He cut himself off with another huge inhale that left him just as quickly as it culminated. He shook his head gently, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

“Ugh. False start.”

“…Mmf.”

Steve watched his boyfriend squirm, squeezing his legs together. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was attempting to calm his erection or was seeking further stimulation. He smiled – or his lips attempted to curve into one despite the tickle teasing his sensitive nostrils. He felt a little ridiculous given the circumstances, but he’d long abandoned any feelings of genuine embarrassment regarding his pre-sneeze expressions – around Eddie, at least. The first time he had shyly attempted to duck away into his shirt collar to hide an openly tortured grimace, Eddie had softly pulled his chin up to watch every little detail as he fell to pieces in front of him.

Steve sniffled forcefully, hoping the action would spark up a tickle strong enough to send him over the edge again, but all he earned for his efforts was a quick flurry of angry coughs. This was so unbelievably frustrating – he had sneezed with no indication he was about to at all, but now felt as though he was trapped in an endless purgatory of fruitless buildups. The tickle buzzed so terribly that his eyes were leaking tears of bitter irritation down his face. He whined, feeling the older man rubbing his shoulder encouragingly.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

“It won’t-! HH!!....I can’t-!! HAHDDT-!! Ohhh….”

He groaned in frustration as the tickle teased him, taking him right to the edge before cruelly denying him any release. He heard Eddie mutter under his breath. He gasped his way into another buildup with the same result.

“Ok, I think you might need some – manual intervention.”

Eddie squeezed his shoulder before rooting around in their nightstand drawer. Steve watched as well as he could through the blur of tears as his boyfriend emerged with a clothes tag gripped triumphantly between a thumb and forefinger.

“How’s this, baby? Gonna let me tickle those sneezes out for you?”

Steve nodded after another particularly desperate false start.

“Please.”

Eddie wasted no time in tilting Steve’s head back, exposing his twitching nostrils for easier access. The older man clucked his tongue as he took in the swollen interior of them.

“God, honey, this is such a nasty cold you’ve caught….”

Steve whined impatiently. Message more than received, Eddie slipped the end of the tag into his right nostril, prodding and twisting insistently, almost as desperate for Steve to sneeze as the younger man himself. For two minutes thereafter, Steve continued to gasp uselessly. Eddie chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the prickle of concern as his boyfriend seemed trapped in an endless loop of hitch, gasp, exhale, repeat.

In a last-ditch effort, Eddie switched the tag to his left nostril. Only a few prods later and Steve felt his breath scissor, this time more deeply, and he just knew that he was going to sneeze. Eddie seemed to notice the difference and pushed the tag deeper, pressed up harder. With one final inhale that filled his straining chest to capacity, Steve hovered momentarily on the precipice of release before mercifully, finally pitching forward with the resulting paroxysm.

“HAHGK’TISSSSHHH’IEWW!!!”

He moaned in relief, luxuriating in the shiver that most powerful sneeze sent down his body as it rocked though him. The tickle flared again, and the process repeated.

“TISSSSHH’IEEW!! ITSCHHHH’IEWW!! HAEESSHHHOOO!!”

He felt Eddie’s arms reaching out to support him, heard him muttering words of encouragement.

“There you go, baby. Bless you – Bless you!”

Steve shuddered, the undeniable pleasure of sneezing openly after such a long buildup combined with Eddie’s loving words in his ear leaving his head swimming.

“I ca’hannt s-stop-!! Hah-!! Hah-HEH!! Hh-HH-HEHhh!! HRRRSHH’IEWWW!!”

With that latest sneeze, Steve felt the congestion shift, blessedly loosening and starting to hang in thick strands from his flared nostrils. He blindly fumbled to raise a hand to cup around his mouth and nose, knowing the rest of his fit would be heavily productive. He felt Eddie lower his hand to the duvet and tenderly press his own tissue-clad palm up to his trembling mouth.

“It’s okay, Stevie, I’ve got you.”

Steve bucked forward immediately into the protective cover of the tissues, another colossal sneeze tearing at his throat.

“HEEEEIGGXXSSHHHHhhh!!”

It was intensely messy, filling the tissues as the result of his cold burst out into the folds. Luckily, Eddie didn’t miss a beat, and expertly switched the bundle for a new one, wiping Steve’s nostrils clean as he went. Steve could do nothing but sneeze and sneeze, thinking he was done before another tickle would pitch him forward helplessly, eventually ending up almost entirely in his boyfriend’s lap.

A brief pause left Steve panting against Eddie’s palm. He had lost track of how many times he’d sneezed, but he knew he wasn’t done. The interrupted tickle threatened to simmer down into that dissatisfying, torturous buzz once again - Steve groaned and desperately rubbed his tingling nose into the tissues, nostrils flared wide. He felt the familiar tickle of his boyfriend’s fringe brush against his forehead before the welcoming sensation of Eddie’s lips pressed against the bridge of his nose. Eddie hummed, and the vibration of it teased the tickle back into fruition.

“H-hohh Goddd-!! HAAHHH’TSHHHH!! TISSSSHHH’IEWWW!! HARRRESHOOO!! HHH’RISHHHH!!!”

Steve erupted, each sneeze seeming to vibrate in the air of the room, the sheer volume of them almost deafening. He almost felt as if he would make himself jump had he not known exactly when he was going to sneeze.

After another few minutes, he at last felt the sneezes beginning to wind down. He sat back, mouth hanging open, tongue pressing itself insistently against his bottom lip in an attempt to usher in the remaining tickle. He felt Eddie pressing soft kisses to his forehead, across his closed eyelids, over his cheeks. The metalhead reached up, tissue in hand, and rubbed the tip of Steve’s nose in a circular motion to encourage the sneeze, tracing the arches of the younger man’s damp, flared nostrils. With a final jiggle applied to his septum, Steve sucked in one last, huge breath and leaned into the sneeze for all it was worth.

“HADDT-!!! HAAHHH’GIITTTTSH’IIEWWwww!!!”

He moaned in the aftermath, limbs tingling and head throbbing, though not unpleasantly. Slumping into Eddie’s embrace, he focused on the sensation of his boyfriend’s warm hand stroking up and down his trembling back, snuffling wetly into the tissues pressed to his face.

“Blow for me, love?”

Eddie held the tissues securely around his nose, and Steve felt a flutter of relief in his chest when he was able to blow productively into them. He paused to allow Eddie time to switch the tissues before going several more times, the older man pressing kisses to the top of his head.

Finished, he slumped back against his pillows, shaking like a leaf but feeling better than he had all day. Eddie swiped at his nostrils a few more times before leaning forward and capturing Steve’s mouth in a deep kiss. Steve was the first to break away, coughing convulsively into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie hummed in sympathy, patting his back.

“Sorry, man. Got carried away.”

He chuckled apologetically, wiping the younger man’s bottom lip clean of moisture.

“S’okay.”

Steve reached out and twirled a lock of Eddie’s curly hair around his finger. He took in the ravenous expression on his boyfriend’s face, the deep flush that spread across his cheeks. He was panting almost as much as Steve had after coughing up half a lung. The former jock let his eyes drop to the tent in Eddie’s jeans, almost comically erect. He smirked.

“You could have touched yourself, dude.”

Eddie laughed breathily, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

“Had to look after you. Nearly came a couple of times, honestly. That was fucking impressive, Harrington. Mind if I-?”

“Please. I want to watch you.”

Eddie exhaled shakily, nodding his head and shimmying his tight black jeans and underwear down his thighs. He licked his palms a couple of times – pointless, really, given how wet the tip of his cock already was – and wrapped it around the throbbing shaft. Steve hummed in appreciation, taking in the hardness and almost bruised colour of the phallus. The older man was right on the edge of orgasm. He sniffled and watched in satisfaction as Eddie’s cock twitched in response.

“You’re so – hah – incredible, Steve-“

Eddie started to stroke himself in earnest, his free hand clutching the bed covers as he gazed into Steve’s eyes.

“You had – fuck! – such a tickle, baby…”

Steve sighed, purposely exaggerating the sound of it into a semi-orgasmic moan for his boyfriend’s benefit. Eddie’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing and dripping precum down his knuckles. Steve felt his own cock twitch half-heartedly in response. The sneezing fit had left him shattered, far too tired to touch himself, but he could still feel the steady pulse of his own arousal thrumming through him in response to the sight of his boyfriend working his gorgeous cock.

Just because he was too tired to have an orgasm didn’t mean he couldn’t help Eddie with one of his own.

“Such a tickle. Felt so good to sneeze, Eds. Wanted to sneeze for you.”

Eddie cursed and reached frantically for one of Steve’s used tissues, burying the head of his cock into the damp folds.

“Did you like it, baby? When I sneezed into your hands? I know you wanted it all over your cock the most. Drenching you with my spray.”

He knew that would do it. He nestled back into the pillow with a satisfied sniff, watching Eddie’s back arch as his climax rushed over him. The orgasm looked intensely gratifying, the metalhead’s face a rictus of ecstasy, cock jumping in his palm and filling the sticky tissue with his cum. Sighing happily when his climax abated, the older man sat in place for a moment before tossing the ruined tissue aside and lifting his arms over his head in a full body stretch. He reached for the glass of water on their nightstand and held it to Steve’s lips, urging him to drink before taking a swig of his own.

“Holy shit, Harrington. You’re gonna kill me one day.”

The dungeon master shucked off his jeans before pulling his shirt off over his head.

“Mind if I get into bed with you?”

“Mmmn…”

“’Mmmn’?”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

Eddie crawled up his body and planted a hand firmly on either side of his head. Steve grinned up at him, feeling loopy with exhaustion.

“Steve, baby, light of my life, if this is an actual, genuine concern of yours at this present moment, I hate to be the one to break it to you. But if there was any chance of preventing my catching this fucking plague you have brought unto our household, that was before you sneezed in my mouth when I went in for a kiss this morning.”

Steve giggled.

“Whoops.”

“’Whoops’, he says. If that wasn’t enough, sweetheart, those last fifty sneezes really sealed the deal.”

“Wasn’t…f’fty….”

Steve felt himself starting to drift off.

“Gonna sleep, champ?”

“Mmm…”

He nuzzled into Eddie’s palm where it cupped his cheek.

“Okay. You’ve definitely earned it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He could hear the smile in his boyfriend’s voice.

“Mm’L’ve you…”

“Love you too, baby.”

#i added a little bit of sneezing from e/ddie #as a treat <3 #nametakenfic #s/tranger t/hings #snz kink #snzblr #snzfucker #snz fet #sneezefic #sneeze kink

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ryuichirou · 9 months

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I'm kinda starving for Kalijami content right now so I hope you'll indulge me

Got any headcannons for flirty!Kalim that's 100% Jamil sexual but with oblivious!Jamil. Like here is a version of Kalim that could probably charm anyone he wants into relationship or in bed but Jamil is just like "Yes, this is completely platonic" all the while acting like wife material. Kalim is suffering from thirst and its lowkey become everyone's problem cause they're suffering from secondhand tension.

I won't deny any spicier headcannons either too if you have them 🤭

Anon! I’m very happy you’re enjoying our headcanons, and I feel like your idea has potential, so I’ll give you some headcanons. Even though, like in my previous KaliJami post, they’re probably not as nicely aligned with your idea and wishes as you wanted to. So I’m sorry for that.

But I’ll be honest: it’s a bit difficult for me to write KaliJami posts these days. Not because we stopped liking them: we still love the ship very much and I would still love to draw them more often. But it’s been a while since we’ve read anything featuring these characters (we’re focusing on other stuff right now) and my “feel” of them is worse now + they are far from being our main ship, so we naturally don’t have as many ideas for them as for others.

So what I’m saying is that I hope you or any other person won’t get upset if I don’t reply to your KaliJami ask in the future. I don’t want to give you a half-assed reply, and a lot of time I just don’t have anything to say or add, so it wouldn’t be much of a reply anyway. That being said, we really appreciate the love our KaliJami posts are getting, so thank you again.

Alright, the headcanons.

Kalim is genuinely confused about their situation. Jamil doesn’t get or notice something? That never happens. He kind of thinks that Jamil is ignoring his advances on purpose sometimes, but he is conflicted about it… What if Jamil really just doesn’t know? I guess it means that Kalim should keep flirting with him. (People around them are 1000% sure that Jamil is avoiding Kalim’s obvious flirting on purpose. There is no way it isn’t intentional)

Kalim is going to confess his feelings to Jamil but in a bizarre turn of events that wouldn’t work either, because Jamil would still tell himself that it is either platonic or Kalim is lying to himself/confused about his own feelings. Simply because Jamil doesn’t want to deal with Kalim having romantic feelings towards him, so it’s easier to just think he’s goofing around.

Their main problem is that a lot of things that Kalim does as flirting is something that he also does to all of people in a friendly way, so it makes it easier for Jamil to either assume or assure himself that he is just being friendly. For example, magic carpet rides, dances, a lot of touches, long stares in Jamil’s eyes… One time Kalim would spontaneously take Jamil on a date, take him to some extremely beautiful place with nice smelling flowers and pretty lights and romantic/intimate atmosphere, hug him, touch him, get reeeeal clingy… and Jamil would STILL think that he is just goofing around and trying to avoid doing homework or something. Let’s get back already, Kalim. (at this point he’s just in denial)

Kalim would insist on sleeping in Jamil’s bed, Jamil’s first reaction would be annoyed “are you having nightmares?”. It’s almost like Kalim is mentally a toddler in his mind… But when Kalim makes his move and starts kissing and touching Jamil this time, I feel like he wouldn’t be able to lie to himself anymore. They would end up having sex, because despite Jamil being/acting oblivious, the tension between them is quite strong. So once Kalim takes Jamil’s clothes off, starts kissing his neck, his ears, touching his hips and spreading his legs, it’d be an “oh” moment.

…luckily for Jamil, he would tell himself a different lie this time: Kalim is a hormonal horny spoiled stubborn rich kid that always gets what he wants. So of course he would want to also have Jamil. Doesn’t mean any of it is romantic..right?

#replies #kalijami #headcanons

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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I have an emergency request, if this is to much please ignore it, but I've been clean from self harming for a few months now but recently I relapsed and now I'm back at square one...so I was wondering if you could write Rengoku and Tengen comforting reader after relapsing on self harming?

# kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui

tags : tw self harm, angst, comfort, not proofread.

a/n : hello anon! i’ve not been ignoring this, i mean um kinda . . . but i did it bc i was struggling a lot myself and i wasn’t in the mood for something like this. i hope you’ll understand and that it will help you even if you sent this last week ): i’m sorry if it’s short too. i’m sending you a big hug and i want you to know that i’m sure you’re doing your best <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro would feel responsible somehow

like thinking “i’m not doing enough to help”

and it’s bad bc let’s be real he can’t actually control it

but anyway,

he would ask you if you want to talk about it with him

trying his best to provide comfort and most importantly support

would ask if you might want to search for him whenever you feel like it so he can try to help

he wants to be useful and he genuinely feels bad whenever he sees you in such condition

would hug and comfort you if you’re crying or anything like that

“you’re really strong, i’m very proud of you… please keep that in mind.”

TENGEN UZUI

tengen would feel straight up bad

like “am i part of the problem?”

but of course not

he’s willingly helping you feel better and trying to comfort you

he does his best to keep your mind free from these thoughts

“i’m so proud of you darling! you’re the strongest person i know!” it’s all praises with him, he genuinely wants you to feel appreciated

i believe tengen would keep an eye on you if he finds out you’re on it again

but not to make you upset, he’s trying to see the best way to help you

he would shower you with even more love, if possible

and invite you to speak your mind about whatever problem as he believes that things work out better if you’re on it together

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#kyojuro rengoku x reader #tengen uzui x reader #kyojuro rengoku drabble #kyojuro rengoku blurb #kyojuro rengoku imagine #tengen uzui drabble #tengen uzui blurb #tengen uzui imagine #kny kyojuro #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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lpsotd · 5 months

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Another anon who read the tags on your last post here! I've felt the need to write something myself since your situation feels so similar to mine when I was younger and maybe my experiences will help you in some way. Feel free to not respond to this if it's uncomfortable, it's totally okay! :)

I also didn't have a supportive family when it came to my interests, still kind of don't. I'm 22 (soon to be 23) and my family members are still looking at me funny regarding my hobbies, just like they did when I was 14-15. It was weird for them to see a child… liking toys and shows made for kids I guess?? They've also said that I was mature for my age, but let me tell you this is INCREDIBLY coercive. ''Since we've called you mature, you wouldn't want to betray us and do something childish now, would you?'' - guys. Just because YOU'VE called me mature doesn't mean that it's true. Maybe I am mature but EMOTIONALLY or got good grades at school. But it doesn't necessarily mean that I will abandon anything that brings me comfort and joy for the sake of a byname that won't mean anything to me. Ever. I think that being mature also means accepting what is dear to you and not being ashamed of that. Being mature is being responsible for your own well being - which you do by enjoying your hobbies! By surrounding yourself with things that will make you get through life a bit easier. Throwing everything out, or denying ever liking said thing is the childish thing to me here.

It's good to read that you want to embrace who you are! After all - we only have one life to live. Why waste it on pleasing everyone around instead of ourselves? ESPECIALLY if it's a hobby that does NO HARM to anyone (well maybe except your wallet). Don't ever let go of what you love, unless YOU decide it's time to move on. I still keep my LPS collection after all those years, after being told countless of times to ''sell them, because you will save some good money'' or just to give them away. What if (stay with me here) I WILL decide what to do with MY property?

And regarding those people who've belittled you for your interests - I am still recovering from the same thing that happened almost a decade ago at school. But I've learned that not everyone behaves like those mean bullies - maybe some people are genuinely interested in what I have to say? Maybe we can bond over this? Maybe I can get a new friend who will accept my ''weird'' hobbies? And thanks to that mindset I've tried opening to more and more people, only to find out that those bullies were the MINORITY and usually people are glad to hear they're not alone in their hobbies or pleasant memories. It made me feel so much less anxious about myself, I can't recommend trying to open up enough!! Sorry if this ask got long, I had plenty of thoughts in my brain it seems, haha. Anyway, OP you're not alone in your struggles and if you have any worries feel free to say so! Stay awesome <3

~lots of love from anon

i think it's kinda insane that adults expect children to immediately grow out of the things they like in favor of more "mature" interests and media. like, why can't that 13 year old watch my little pony? would you prefer it if they were watching that or something like euphoria? 😭 why is it so bad and weird when children are acting like children and want to engage with media that was literally created for them. that's something i don't think i'll ever understand

i'm happy to now be surrounded by people who care about me and indulge in my interests, and i hope you are able to have that too anon !!

#🍭.asks

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willowfolksong · 1 year

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i think labyrinth suits baji, especially if the reader and baji are enemies

“uh oh, i'm falling in love” part is when theyre both catching feelings for each other but theyre both denying it to themselves because that's just ridiculous as they thought

“oh no, i'm falling in love” the part they realize that they really are in love with one another, but theyre hiding and still denying it but you can sense the pining

“oh, i'm falling in love” is the part where they just give in to their feelings😭😭

SO SORRY I RANTED TOO MUCH 😭😭 i jst had this thought and needed to share it after seeing the lavender haze fic

falling in love, again

Keisuke Baji x Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words, anon. I wish you could see this. your ask inspired this fic, so thank you so much 🫶🏻. hope you can enjoy it ✨

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

You didn't even liked him to begin with.

He was scary, loud, and incredibly disrespectful for no apparent reason.

He drops the book on the table and you recoil, anger simmering in your downcast eyes.

'This will only be for a month. Only a month and nothing else', you think to yourself, taking a deep breath and wondering why you said no when you were offered the possibility to move to a more advanced classroom, thanks to your notes.

You wouldn't have to deal with Keisuke Baji then.

"This book is crap and ain't no way I'm gonna read it"

"You have to" you say through gritted teeth "Or you'll fail this subject"

You're not even looking at him, but you know he's shrugging without a care in the world "As if I care"

"Aren't you one year behind already?" you ask him in a mocking tone. You really don't know where you got the courage from, because Keisuke Baji is definitely a guy no one wants to mess with "Do you want to be repeating again?"

He places both hands on the table and leans down, hovering over you like a panther about to jump on its prey.

"You little shit"

"Fine by me, you know?" you finish, and your voice is only a whisper now but you still get up, pick your bag and start walking towards the classroom's door. Never mind your shaking hands "It's not my problem anyway"

He calls your name when you're about to leave, and you only stop because you're genuinely surprised that he knows it.

"Fine, just ..." he sighs, shoulders sagging. Then he points to the book with an angry scoff "Let's just get this thing over"

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

It was going to be just one month, one month to get your teacher out of your back. He was supposed to be your good deal of the year. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" he yells, and you quickly silence him by placing a hand over his mouth. His smile tickles your fingers.

"Be quiet!"

"You mean I could've just read the manga version, instead of the whole ass book?"

"No, reading the book is important for the test" you tell him, rolling your eyes. But then he's making a grabbing motion with his hands that actually makes him look like a toddler reaching for his parents, and you have to laugh and hand the manga to him "But I thought you would appreciate seeing the story like this as well"

"Oh, I appreciate it alright" he yells, grimacing when you scold him again, and actually making a quick bowing motion when he turns around to find the librarian glaring daggers at him from the front desk "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'll keep my mouth shut"

"Good" you nod, grabing your books "I'll leave you to it then"

It's only two days before the test, and you want to do some studying alone in your bedroom, wich translates into frantically pacing back and forth and reading stuff out loud, but he really doesn't need to know that)

He calls your name when you're about to go out the door, and this time, it is you who apologizes to the librarian, who looks absolutely done with the two of you.

"Thanks for this" he smiles, and it's a sharp smile with a hint of fangs that has you blushing and praying he's too far away to notice how quickly the colour spreads from your cheeks to your neck "You ended up being way cooler than what I thought"

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

You were just meant to be the surprisingly cool nerd girl that helps him get a good grade, pass the subject, and then just becomes someone he casually smiles when he bumps you on the hallways.

"Why are you smiling?" he asks, and you smile grows even bigger.

"How do you know I'm smiling? Your eyes are closed"

He shrugs, and you snuggle even closer under the blankets "I just know it"

"How?"

"I just do. I have a super power"

"You're a dork, that's what you are"

At that he smiles as well, and he even opens one eye to look down at you, with your head on his chest.

"Yeah well, but I'm your dork"

"I guess that is true"

"You chose me, so no backtracking now"

"Wouldn't dream of it" you laugh.

"Yeah, well. Because you wouldn't be getting rid of me that easily anyway"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're totally stuck with me"

"Oh, I didn't knew you loved me that much" you say in a singsong voice, attempting to make a joke that clearly falls flat when Baji goes silent, and you have to actually look back up to see if he suddenly didn't just fell asleep.

"I mean" he starts, licking his lower lip in that nervous way that reminds you to your first kiss "I do love you"

One second passes.

Then two.

Then you're sitting down slowly and looking at him in bewilderment.

"I was just joking" you tell him, watching him immediately go from relaxed to surprised, then to defensive.

"Well, I'm not. You have a problem with that or what?"

Your mouth falls even more open, if possible.

"Ahm..."

"I love you and you're just gonna have to deal with that" he finishes, and then gets up in a flurry of blankets, and you just stay still and watch him quietly apologize to your cat for scaring her half to death on his way to angrily put his shirt back on and make a beeline straight for your window. The one he climbs almost every night when you're absolutely sure that your parents are sleeping already.

You only really realize he just confessed his love to you and immediately took off when you hear him start his motorcycle, and then you're running to the window he left carelessly open to shout his name, your parents be damned.

"I love you too!" you yell "So much!"

He flashes you that signature smile that you first saw that faithful afternoon at the library, and then disappears into the night.

You get scolded and grounded the next morning, but you still think it was totally worth it to see his blush right before he put his helmet on.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Because now... now you're going to have to spend your whole life getting over him.

You don't go to the funeral. Chifuyu tells you everyone was there. That his mother cried a lot. That a couple of them asked about you. You're only half listening.

Only when he places a hand on your shoulder you look up, to his stormy eyes that must look exactly like yours.

'Breathe in, breathe through. Breathe deep, breathe out'

The box with some of his stuff that his mother sent you stays under your bed until you move out of your parents apartment. You take it with you, because your chest still hurts even then, eight years later.

All because you fell in love.

In the great labyrinth of things that life is, you wonder if it was always meant to be like that.

...

It's the beginning of the year and you say yes when your teacher asks you about changing classrooms. You're going to miss studying with your friends, but you can still see them at lunch.

It's for the better. This is what's supposed to happen.

You graduate with flying colors. You go to college. The love you feel for the kitty you found starving on a side of the road and that has now become the queen of your bedroom and hogger of all your pillows, compels you to study veterinary science.

Life is good. Everything's like it's supposed to be.

Until one of your teachers asks you a tiny favour.

"You have to" you say, and the guy has the nerve to look all smug. As if he wasn't failing the class "It's the only way you're going to pass"

"Look, you don't have to be a little shit about it" he tells you, and you suddenly want to pick up the book he carelessly dropped on the table and smack him on the head with it "I know what I have to do. I don't need any bossy girl that thinks she's way cooler than she is telling me what to do"

"Okay fine! Whatever! Just do whatever the hell you want!" you yell, because you're 22, running low on caffeine and with a roommate that is going through the worst breakup ever, so you've been staying up all night doing your part in consoling her.

You don't have enough energy for this.

You're almost at the door when you hear him call your name, and a wave of emotions that surges seemingly out of nowhere threatens to topple you over, so you hold onto the door frame before slowly turning to look back at him.

He has apparently opened the book, and it's looking at whatever page he landed in with a furrowed brow.

"Fine" he relents, taking a quick look at you before closing the book back with a little more force than necessary, and plopping down on his chair "Let's just get this over with"

And you have a feeling, right in that moment, that this is exactly how things are supposed to happen.

This work belongs to my Midnights: Sleepless stories 🕰️ collection, a series of reader insert fics based on the album Midnight, by Taylor Swift, with characters from Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers and Blue Lock. ✨

You can still send an ask if there's any character you would like to see in any particular song ✨

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